Joan Collins Knows That True Glamour Costs

JOAN Collins’ dress, by Lebanese designer Georges Hobeika, was so tight she felt “woozy” at the post-Oscars Vanity Fair party. Collins took her glamour to an ambulance, possibly carried by a tribute of matinee idols. She then went to hospital, where she pulled on a handmade, bejeweled gown, lay on bed and with the back of one wrist resting on her forehead declared, “I’m ready.”

Jordan could learn a lot from Joany about what real clamour costs.

Says Joan:

By this time — just after 10pm by my reckoning — there were about 800 people milling about and I started to feel dizzy. So Percy and I walked outside to get some fresh air. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by some rather attractive firefighters who were asking me questions such as: ‘What’s your name?’ (as if they didn’t know) and ‘How old are you?’ (which I refused to answer).